Oppa gangbang style - 2.

Doris Ivy finds a tiny glass angel on her tree, the kind that turns wishes into flesh. She whispers what she wants. Five Santas show up at her door like they’ve been invited all year. She leads them straight to the bedroom, peels the dress off, and drops to her knees on the carpet. Five thick cocks swing in front of her; she takes them one by one, lips stretched, spit sliding down her chin. When her mouth is glossy and every Santa is rigid, she climbs onto the bed, face in the pillows, ass high. The first thick head presses at her tight hole, pushes, and sinks in. She moans around the cock still in her mouth while another slides into her ass. They take turns fucking her there, stretching her deeper with every thrust. One Santa grips her hips and pounds until he pulls out and paints her cheek with hot streaks. Another finishes across her tongue. The rest follow, leaving white ropes on her face while she stays on all fours, breathing hard, ass still pulsing from the last thrust.